Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1887-01-06

| hofntef, LaWGfGs anu hdrrB Glen fired.
frantic mass crashed down The Jagged rocks,
tearing up the stunted cedaIs as il they were
weeds, and fell with a sounding splash on the
! limestone bed Of the shallow creek
| Former, Glen and Edwards came down a.
| quickly as possible, the latter spraining bis
| ankle badly by making a venturesolae lean to
reach the road first. They found the man
| that FORMER had shot ct stone dead, with a
bullet through his temple The other two
had been struck in the body. Their horses
stood near, looking wonderingly at their
| PROSTATE masters.
Bolton was rubbing his bruises and nbra-
| sions and yituperating everything, from tho
| conduct Of the war to the steepness Of Ken
lucky mountains. Aunt Dolby had partially
recovered from the stunning Of her fail, and
| limped slowly up, with her long riding skirt
raised by one hand. Her lips were com
| pressed, and her great gray eyes blazed with
excitement.
They all went to the side Of the road and
looked down at tho crushed and bleeding mass
in the creek.
MY God that's awful, said Harry, with
a rising sickness about his heart, as the ex-
element began subsidng.
! "Pleaty good enuf fur scoundrels who rob
r,
| fercely, as he reloaded his rifle. Hits not
| bad enuf fur thieves an robbers
Hits Gods judgment on tho wicked an
tho oppressor, said Aunt Debby with solemn
| pitilessness
Hadn't we better try to get down there,
| and help those men outp suggested Harry.
| "Perhaps they are not dead yet
Aunt Debby, theb thar boss thet's raisin'
Z ~
sudden interest, us Joel Spriggs' roam goldin'
eho's yo'ro bon, b5ney." He pointed to where
a shapaly head was raised, and almost human
agony looked out OF great liquid eyes Tibet
wuz the finest boss in Laurel county, an
they've stole ina from Joel Hitil bout
brcal, bis heart, fur he set q powerful
sight o store on tibet ere beast. Pore giiter!
hit makes ipc sick ter see i'm suffer tibet
a way I've a mind ter put i'm outen his
misery, hat I'm afecrcd | can't shoot i'm so
long ez he looks % me with them big pitifll
eyes o hisn. They so right lar my heart
"Youd better shoot hin,' argod Aunt
Debby. ssiit'3 q ain ter latan iuncrcelt crit
ter suffer thet away
Fortner raised bis rifle, and sent bullet
through the maneled lau;es BRAIN
Aunt Debby's eyes became iiSad OF point
whore, mile away down Tie mountain Il
bend IN the road was visible through an
opening ii the trees.
look out, she said, as tho echoes oG Gle
shot died away thar comes i huil ut
on. EN-
They looked, and sow plainly Il large squad
OF cavalry, with a wagon beii.1.
"We rlgst get ogten heaa, an she's GGia.s, :
said iormer, deciaively lie caught oao of
the horses, and shortened q s.arup t. make
the saddle answer for side Saddle aI!aah,
Aunt Dolby, let me help ye Up. honey. Now
Bolton and Edwards, i'll help ye ou those ere
other critters Now sleet Ont "a fas5 ez slo
hoses legs viii tote Sc Don't spar 'eal a
mite Them felersn gin sc the devils own
chase ez soon ca they git heah All SIZE what's
bin done Glen and men go acsast The
mounting, an head 'em or On totier side
Don't come baclS Of ". heah shootin', lat keep
straight on, far we kin take beer o. iliscrQwd
without emmy help. Glen, yoa sassbay Up the
mounting thar q fast q the LonIa Jet Sc.
III be arter We right spryn
All sped away as directed Fortner had
been loading lis gun while speaking. lie now
rammed tire bullet home, ami Withdrawing
his rammer walked over to the cliT beside
which the teanster was covering.
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